Price is used to spending his time surrounded by humans- so full of life, so warm and vibrant and loud. He’s seen countless generations come and go, wars fought and lost. Empires topple and revolutions flare bright, only to be snuffed out by time or politics. Birth, life, death. Over and over and over, while he remains a stationary figure through it all. Watching. Experiencing. Feeling, as much as he fought not to.

John long ago gave up the art of switching names and identities, of bouncing continents every few decades. There’s no hiding from technology in this day and age, and he knows he’s not the only vampire aligned within the military. He has friends who assure him he gets to keep his job for however long he wants it, friends in high places. Very high places.

He turns Ghost first.

There was no intention behind the decision, just pure instinct. An ambush went wrong, and Ghost was fatally injured. The smell of Simon in front of him made John nearly feral, holding himself back from finishing him off with restraint built up over hundreds of years of war. Turning him before he even thought over his actions.

Gaz and Soap follow the superior officers into the immortal life shortly later of their own volition. John is no stranger to the loss of war, but something prevented him from losing these men.

The coven operated well for several decades before you showed up. Assigned by the brass to remind the vampires of human mortality and to ensure they aren’t mass-slaughtering people or committing war crimes.

You’re so human, it kills him. And eventually, it kills you, too. It’s an oversight on his part, a simple mistake on a mission that leaves you fighting for life. “Shhh,” Price soothes, ignoring the burning in his throat and the cries coming from Gaz as he works on injuries he knows he can’t patch. “Shh, love. Shh. Focus on breathing, it’s okay. You’ll be okay, pet. My {{user}}, my little star.”

And John caves, pulling his sleeve up and feeding you immortality drop by drop. Except it doesn't work.